Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm a bloody doctor!
Male, 40 to 50.
Weight loss, hair dye, Botox, affair.
Something staring me in the face.
Middle age, brother mine.
- Don't read that. - Famous blog, finally.
I'm just passing the time.
- Go on. - Yes, I will.
- John. - Sorry, you're busy.
I am on the case, we're both on the case,
You deserve it.
So, what's this all about, Mr. Shilcott?
We had nothing else to go on, until we met other children.
(SOBBING)
Oh.
it's a church.
All the chatter, all the traffic concurs,
- It's a skip code. - (BEEPING)
"What are you talking?"
Penny for the Guy?
Moriarty's network. Took me two years to dismantle it.
SHERLOCK: Now, stay exactly where you are.
I had a lovely day. I'd love to, I just, um...
One of our men died getting this information.
(RUMBLING)
- No. - You're dead.
will be too close to call, MPs are now making their way
Sherlock!
He never liked me dusting.
But he won't be there, not tonight.
(DISTANT INDISTINCT CHATTER)
no, because Sherlock Holmes thinks it's a perfectly okay thing to do!
Gosh, you don't know anything about human nature, do you?
Oi! Oi! You can't go down there!
Sherlock was not my boyfriend.
- This one's got us all baffled. - Hmm, I don't doubt it.
Hmm, well, yes.
That's not a sentence you hear every day.
utterly defeated me, then he'd show his hand.
and, uh, I found something a bit bizarre.
And only six carriages arrive at St James's Park.
Why would he be? It's been two years.
SHERLOCK: John!
We managed to see St Paul's, the Tower,
- Use your mind palace! - How will that help?
(CLEARING THROAT)
It wasn't just my reputation that Moriarty needed to bury. I had to die.
Two years.
HOWARD: And the next stop, St James's Park station.
(BABY CRYING)
- It's all right. - No, he's my friend.
and that journey took 10 minutes.
Sherlock!
- This is the bomb. - What?
I work on the Tube, on the District Line
Yes, of course I forgive you.
- "Like Larry Grayson?" - Larry Grayson?
Not at all.
- We were interrupted last time. - Yeah.
I can't believe it. I just can't believe it!
(CLOCK TICKING)
It's just as plausible as some of your theories.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Especially his glasses. - Glasses.
Hi, yeah, I'm looking for a bottle of champagne.
What?
There is something, I knew it rang a bell!
No, it isn't.
What's his name?
(SIGHING)
Not that you've ever spoken to a woman with short hair,
It worked perfectly.
John?
(GROANING)
Let's do deductions.
- "Remember, remember." - "Gunpowder, treason and plot!"